fully. “Morath is a death trap.”
“It is.”
“I—we cannot go with you.”
“I know.”
He could have sworn fear entered her eyes.
Yet she didn’t rage at him, roar at him—
didn’t so much as snarl. She only asked,
“You’re not afraid to go alone?”
“Of course I’m afraid. Anyone in their
right mind would be. But my task is more
important than fear, I think.”
Anger flickered over her face, her
shoulders tensing.
Then it faded and was replaced by
something he had seen only earlier today—
that queen’s face. Steady and wise, edged with
sorrow and bright with clarity. Her eyes
dipped to the bedroll, then lifted to meet his
own. “And if I asked you to stay?”
The question also took him by surprise. He
lily
(lily)
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